Martyr

Lord take my hand and let them understand why I must die. Teach them excellence that they must strive for the reason I must die for. Show them gentleness, and, in your omnipotence, let them see why. Rid them of violence, let them feel strength in their silence but help them to try. I ask that you blind them to color of skin. Dear God, unwind them from hatred within. Teach them to cry. Release them from platitudes to reach for beatitudes that are passing them by. I feel your hand Lord. I have the grace to ...